Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

If the spikes were worn away from the Iron Warriors, Imperial troops would subconsciously regard them as the Emperor's Angels of Death.

But the Emperor's Children were not like that. No matter what emotions Fulgrim had when he chose to fall into Chaos, these descendants followed him without hesitation. The depth of the Emperor's Children's depravity first appeared during the Great Heresy. Rebels with a little more normal minds were deeply disgusted by the behavior of the Emperor's Children. After all, they were trained by Slaanesh, who was best at pleasure and indulgence.

In the long history of the Legion's depravity, most of the Emperor's Children have had chaotic minds, only acting on the pleasure of their bodies and the emptiness of their souls. Did they ever think of theirs when they experienced pleasure in various extremely crazy ways? Father of the Primarch? When they stood up in the filthy and indistinguishable liquid, would there be a trace of regret rising in their hearts?

Fulgrim could not see the mental activities of each Emperor's Children, but he could analyze them by recalling his own actions.

During his indulgence, had Fulgrim ever thought about his promise to the Emperor?

Do not make jokes! Why do you think Fulgrim indulged in sex? To escape the pain of course! Just like someone who would use wine to drown his sorrows to temporarily escape from problems, the many games played by Fulgrim and the Great Demon of Slaanesh made him forget his responsibilities and obligations, his glory and promises, his emperor and his brothers, and even his He felt regret for killing Ferus with his own hands.

Fulgan's hands trembled slightly, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Look at his children, the once-rubbed shiny golden eagles on their pauldrons are covered by a layer of tanned human skin. The purple paint looked dull and dilapidated because it had been wet with blood and other liquids for a long time. Their bodies smelled of perfume mixed with the pain of the tortured, and some of the Emperor's Children even had a few soul stones embedded in their armor. If Fulgen hadn't been standing here, they would have been crushed to ashes by the angry Eldar.

His eyes were full of horror, but Fulgrim couldn't get angry at all, because the things he had done were far more excessive than what his children had done. He could see the shadow of his fallen past in the current Emperor's Children, and for a moment he felt like he was still the disgusting, stupid space eel.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that. He could actually be involved with these terrible guys." The whispers of the soldiers of the expeditionary force fell into Fulgen's ears, which made his already uncomfortable heart twist even more.

"Hehehe... What's wrong? My father?" A captain of the Emperor's Children who had his limbs cut off said vomiting blood. He was not willing to surrender to the current Fulgrim and became like this. "Aren't you happy with how we are now? We are the closest thing to perfection in this universe."

"There is no perfection in this world." Fulgrim responded sadly, but this did not convince the Emperor's son.

He struggled and spit blood at Fulgrim, angrily scolding Fulgrim for shamefully betraying their expectations.

Amid the yelling, Fulgrim closed his eyes. Now he even began to weakly think about how much better it would have been if he had not chosen to rebel.

But there is no regret medicine in this world.

Fulgrim walked over step by step, ended the life of the scolding Emperor's son with his long sword, and then asked the Emperor's son who knelt down to him, "I am a terrible father, are you still willing to follow me? "

The Emperor's Children looked at each other. They did not answer. They just knelt there blankly, not knowing how to respond to Fulgrim.

Alas... let my father judge me... What qualifications do I, a sinner, have to condemn my children?

Fulgrim's tangled and painful emotions were well reflected in the eyes of Curze, who was hiding in the shadows, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his pale and sick face.

right! now it's right! You are just like me! They are all monsters! They are all monsters! Not a single good thing! Hahaha!

After hissing a few times, Coz's smile faded in an instant. He smelled sin, smelled the filth crawling in the Ark of Bietan.

oh! yes!

It's too big here! Too few people and chaos again! So there are many little bugs who want to bite a piece of meat and leave quickly!

Before Curze left, he took a deep look at Fulgrim, who was looking sad. The mocking excitement just now was gone, leaving only sadness and questioning.

"My brother...it's all your own fault that you are like this, and you shouldn't be like this."

Following the stench through the shadows, Cozz found a group of cautious thieves in the corner of the abandoned ark. For them, every scrap in the ark was a treasure that could be traded.

"Damn it... Abaddon is a fool! This war has become meaningless! No torture! No pillage!"

"But at least he gave us a chance to see the Eldar Ark."

"Haha... that's right. The things found here are enough for us to trade. The pig-headed nobles have always been interested in the spiritual things."

The Night Lords operate in this abandoned area, and all sounds of communication are sealed within the armor. They appear more as mercenaries or plunderers in the Chaos Legion, and rarely attack the empire for reasons such as sacrificing sacrifices to evil gods.

Now anyone with a discerning eye can see that the failure of the Thirteenth Black Crusade is doomed. Everyone is looking for a way out for themselves, and the ones who do it fastest and with the least psychological burden are the Night Lords.

However, defeat is a defeat, and they still have to find a way to make a profit to stop their losses. The resources looted from Cadia are simply not enough for them to operate a warband, so they decided to focus on Bietan's Ark.

"...Have you ever felt an inexplicable sense of terror?"

While passing through the shadows, a Night Lord said coldly.

"You coward! We are the embodiment of terror! We are the only ones who can scare others!"

The other Night Lords yelled and cursed at him coldly, but this still couldn't make the uneasiness in his heart subside a little.

As they walked, the other Night Lords also noticed something was wrong. The shadow that was like a close friend now looked so dangerous and terrifying. They vaguely saw a darker darkness approaching them in the darkness.

"Ah!" A scream came from the darkness, followed by the terrifying sound of armor being torn apart and flesh being crushed to pieces. The strong vitality of the Space Marines only made the painful wails last longer. The sense of despair and terror contained in it makes other Night Lords feel creeped out.

"Guards of the Eldar?" The Night Lord was shocked. He escaped from the darkness and stood back to back in a relatively open field. The weapon in his hand was aimed at the surrounding darkness.

The Night Lord who was swallowed by the darkness was still screaming in pain, which made them worry about their fate.